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Roxy is busy right now
but leave your message here and she will get back to it once she is no longer blackout drunk
or fuck deep in meowcats

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[She can sit wherever she wants, but he's going back to the hammock cocoon. Which is definitely big enough to share. If she wants to. Or if she stays out long enough that he yells at her to get in, he'll steal any heat he can.]

Pleathe, if we do thith, you get unfettered rightth to tell me ath bluntly ath pothhible when I've become an intolerable douchebag.

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I tend to do that anyway, I just think you're not quite at the douchebag level right now? Shocking, I know!

[She'll stay on the floor for now though.. she's tempted to move, but she still isn't certain enough over if this is something actually happening.]

Hey, you said tell you something you don't know, well I went to Utgard the other day. It's super cool and basically shits on this place, it has modern tech and even internet.

I saw a book called computers for dummmies and I almost bought it for you.

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It could be an ithland of thhit, for all I care, and it would thtill be an improvement of thith place.

[He's not really sure either, but he's wrapped himself back up with the comforter over his horns, watching her talk.]

You thhould have bought it, maybe you could have caught up to me thometime. Tho, can move there and never come back?

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Oh please, there's no books out there that could teach me something I don't already know.

I asked the Loki guy last week if we could move there, he said that could only happen if the gods here let it. And... seeing as I called the main guy a pervert and then told another that he was lower than shit scraped off a shoe.. Yeah probably not happening. Sorta waiting for them to send me on another "camping trip" to be honest.

[And okay, it's cold here on the floor and she's tired of looking at him all snug and warm over there, so she gets up, motioning for him to move over so she can sit and hog some of the comforter or something.]

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[He's kind of got it burritoed around him, but he scoots over a bit and opens it up for her to climb in next to him.]

At leatht you didn't die on the latht one. And it'th ok, I am pretty thure I have thaid a lot worthe. I haven't ever thtopped calling them pthychotic kidnapperth, for one, tho if you're dithqualified I definitely am too.

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Yeah you really should stop letting yourself get killed you know. There's only gotta be so many times you can die before the universe says 'ok now you're just abusing privileges here'.

[She lies down, pulling the covers around her and wiggling down into it some more, leaving her just staring at him and it's enough to stop her random rambling.]

So...

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Heh, I think it'th a requirement for the Hero of Doom, mutht die repeatedly to achieve anything.

[It's weird that it doesn't feel weirder, wrapped up in blankets with her. They're really, really close. But she's not upset and she's not trying to break up with him before anything even started and it's ok, right?]

Tho. Thith ithn't ath weird ath I thought it might be.

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To be honest what with the party, then that time I came over here, then all the texting over the past couple of days I think we already hit our monthly awkward quota.

[He's right though, they aren't freaking out and he hasn't pushed her out; it's at least lost most of that "oh god what am i doing" feeling from the last time they ended up being this close.

It gives her enough courage to shuffle up even closer, at least.]

You're not gonna change your mind and boot me out, are you?

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[His face scrunches a bit as he pretends to think about it, the bridge of his glasses slipping off his noses as his eyebrows knit.]

Nah, I don't think tho. You're adding exponentially to the amount of heat currently available, tho I guethh you're ok to thtay.

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Buy an electric blanket and you'll never have the need to invite people to your room ever again. You can evolve into a fully fledged hermit.

[She's silent again for a moment, watching him. She could crack a good flirty joke about body heat yet she isn't really feeling it right now. What she is feeling however is the same thing she felt at the party; back when she was torn between running away and kissing him again. Yet this time, seeing as she's in his room and rolled up in a comforter-burrito with him, she figures he probably isn't going to yell at her for it.

So she tilts her head and leans in without any warning, kissing him.]

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[If he were really honest, he'd been wondering if she was going to do that. If he were being even more honest, impossibly honest, he'd have said that he wanted her to do that. He wasn't kidding about feeling sorry for himself; he's pretty sure he wrecked all three of their lives in one go, but at least she's still ok with him.

So he doesn't even think about it. He groans a little bit in surprise, slips his arm around her waist and shifts to meet her better, trying to minimize the presence of fangs pressing against her mouth, and some part of him feels a little guilty for how glad he is that she made a move.]

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[Part of her still feels guilty about this, but as far as she is aware Jade is okay even though that is so not the case later on and she's wanted it enough that now she is actually doing , she's willing to let that speck of selfishness take over.

Which means she isn't going to think about this being a bad idea, only that she should kiss harder, and move her arm up to wrap around his neck instead.]

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[If this were a bed he could roll her over, pin her down, or be pinned. It's weirder, lying next to her, harder to fight for dominance even as he scrapes his teeth against her lips, teasing her with that possibility before he kisses her in return, just as hard. He can't push, he can only press up against her and tug her up closer, squirming the blankets out of the way to bump legs with her.]

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[It's harder on this thing, lacking the stability of a mattress, yet she's still trying to push up against him, hooking a leg over his and leaning onto him even though their positions makes it a little awkward. She isn't even sure what she's trying to accomplish here aside from initiating as much body contact as possible, sucking on his lower lip for a moment before kissing once again.]

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[She is really, really, enjoyably warm. Sollux growls at her, softly in the back of his throat, waiting for her to break the kiss before he flicks his tongue out against her lip. It's not so confrontational as their first kiss, but when she pushes he tries to push himself back, the best challenge he can mount.

He doesn't really want to fight her. He just wants someone to make it a little difficult, right now, just a little gratingly.

Which is why his hand shifts from her waist, reaching up to tangle his fingers in her hair and tug on it, very gently. And when he breaks the kiss to breath again he lingers there, grinning nastily against her mouth, breathing against her lips-]

I thee it all grew back.

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[There's a split second of confusion shown on her face as she wonders what the hell he is talking about, but the fingers in her hair suddenly bring it all back- the vody swapping and the hair cutting and the way they had scapped like children. She can't help but grin a little in return at the memories.]

Yeah, fortunately for you. Did you even both to fix yours? [She'd seen it after the event, a random tuft of hair missing from the back of his head, and it was honestly pretty funny.]

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Nope. It grew out tho nobody could thee. [And despite the way his hair is getting longer and fluffier if anybody bothered to look, it would definitely be uneven on one side, still quite shorter than the rest of the mess.] I'd make you do it for me, but you'd probably jutht fuck it up.

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I could do it blind and it'd still look better than how it looks now. You have like no sense of style.

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Of courthe I don't. [He's winding some of her hair around his fingers, now, absentmindedly. He should really, really take off his glasses.] I'm not a highblood, who giveth a fuck about that?

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Um, most people? You should let me do your hair 'cause then I'd do it so it actually looked stylish. [She reaches up to tug at a part of his hair lightly before ruffling and letting go.] Like that one picture I took of it when I did it and you got all pissed off about it.

[And then, a topic change, but she has to ask.]

So.. are we calling this thing an actual thing?

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Oh my god fuck you for doing that. Thhe thought it wath hythterically endearing, thhe wouldn't thtop harrathing me to let her do thingth to it. No, hell no, you can't cut it unlethh you promithe I never have to do anything with it after to make it not aggravating, I don't want to have to put any work into it.

[ And with that challenge laid down... Serious conversation? He doesn't know how to answer at first, still lying there tugging and combing his claws through her hair, looking at her without really looking her in the face.]

I guethh if it ith really ok... But if it ithn't, don't pick me over her.

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I'll cut it if you want. Seeing as I chopped a chunk off and you just left it like that.

[She's still grinning, she knows he got a lot of shit about it from Feferi especially, she just didn't want to bring up her name, but the whole thing was still hilariously funny to her.]

I don't have to pick. [Last time she spoke to the girl, Jade had said it was okay. She still assumed it was okay]

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You can do it later.

[It's easier to talk about Fef with her than it was to bring her up to Jade. Roxy had known Feferi, Feferi had liked her, there's no conflict, even if it makes something twinge sadly somewhere in his chest to remember, oh yeah, she's not here anymore..

But now he squirms back a bit, just enough to get the distance to reach up and pull of his glasses and stick an arm out of the covers to drop them to the floor]

We thhould be quiet about it for a little while. [But he's turned back to her, leaning in to brush his fangs against her jaw, and then lower, against her neck.] Thhe'th upthet enough to tell me to leave her alone, tho. I don't want to make her feel worthe. [Even if he feels truly, honestly, totally crappy about everything, he didn't fix her and he didn't help her, but if what she wants is space...] But if you're ok, I think...I'm ok with it.

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Yeah, I think it's for the best. [It's not like she would broadcast it to the city anyway, but all things considering it was best to not make a big deal out of it. At least until she'd had the chance to talk to Jade and see what's going on.]

I'll talk to her later.. or tomorrow, I think she's still at Draco's.

[She sighs, she'd thought everything was alright when apparently it wasn't, but she wanted to remain hopeful that everything was going to work out. Pushing those thoughts aside for now she tilts her neck up a little, grasping his shirt in her hand as those touches against her skin make her cautiously aware of just how much damage those fangs could do to her if he wanted.] I'm okay with it. For sure.

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[He presses them not so subtly against her neck, teasing at her with the very points of his fangs, not hard enough to break the skin, not hard enough to do any sort of damage. Just the threat of it, he could, if he wanted to, as his arm slid back around her waist to settle a hand against her spine.]

I don't like him. [Said against her skin, teasing at the pulse point with his lips and his teeth.] I don't trutht him and I don't know why.